fresh
Fresh is one of my favorites. Fresh laundry. Fresh sheets. Fresh
strawberries. Fresh fruit of most any
variety. Fresh ideas. Fresh strength.
Fresh: clean, new…not old and worn out.
Sunrises. Clean clothes & towels. The beach before
anyone has walked on it.
I think my favorite “fresh” is the mercies that God gives
us new every morning. Sometimes I want
to go to bed just so I can wake up to His fresh mercies. Now, before you think anything about that
being “such a sweet thought,” you’ve got to know that usually I just want to go
to bed to escape the wretchedness of myself.
For whatever reason I’m tired of me, of my attitude, of my selfishness, of
my sin…and I just want to end the day and start fresh the next morning.
And great is His faithfulness – morning by morning, new
mercies I see. He is so faithful (and so
kind that we don’t really have to
even wait until the next morning to receive our new mercies and our fresh
start!).
Fresh starts…again and again and again. So much grace. So much love. So much forgiveness and
kindness and compassion. I want to be
more like Him.
